Something to keep in mind.

I was reading a book today when I came across this passage and it really spoke to me. The short story is titled "Finding A Girl In America" and is by Andre Dubus. Dubus is a fantastic writer and he never fails to move me. What I like about this passage is the truth in it. It also reminds me of a story about my mother and her brother. He told her that perhaps she would be more lucky in love if she cared about more then if the man had read the same books as her. Long story short, it was pretty bad advice.

The point was, finally, that Donna did not read. He guessed all me did not have to love women who were interested in their work; somehow a veterinarian could leave his work with its odors in the shower before dinner, spend his evening with a beloved woman who did not want a house pet. Be he could not. Literature was what he turned to for passion and excitement, where he entered a world of questions he could not answer, so he finished a novel ot poem or story feeling blessed with humility, with awe of life, with the knowledge that he knew so little about how one was sopposed to live. So, better to have the company of a girl who loved literature and simply had not read much because she was younh, far more exciting to listen to a girl's delight at her first reading of 'Plat It As It Lays' or 'Fat City', than to be with a woman in her thirtiees who did not read because she had chosen not to, had gone to the magazines and television

-Andre Dubus from his short story "Finding A Girl In America"